"Not a damn grenade or mine in the whole damn town," he grumbled before coming to a stop near the fountain. He eyed the growing group irritably and took to the air.
"God damned roving smorgousboard," he growled under his breath, moving towards the center of the group so he could better hear the leader of this little expedition. He scowled at her as he fluttered down to land by the green mare she had berrated.
"If you can make bandages and poultices," he said in as soothing a voice he could muster, which stil sounded immensly annoyed, "We've got a use for you."